Kin Mar Simonic(Tale of Simonic, book 3)

O=============================================================O Ramblings of a Wizard Kin Mar Simonic -Tale of Simonic- --Book 3-- O=============================================================O Turning to the sea of flames, which engulfed the fertile lands, burning Man and beast alike, with their ear piercing cries as they met Sagrim, Twitching with the last flames of Cilanik, slain by an immortal man, The great and powerful, immortal who had mortal desires, Ictar. The wizard spread open his hands and started to write symbols Into the smoke filled air, and carried within the wind were the Whispers of a pact made with Teslor, Death’s Hand, and From the ground, once dead men and beasts rose, called back. From the dwelling place within the Ancient Halls, denying Sagrim His due pay, for their lives had been spent, but with the pact of Ictar, they were raised from the charred soil, clawing the black Dirt as they rose, with the horses neighing filled with gurgles. Seeing this from a distance, the great and noble men of Rinmar Feared for their lives, and cried out to the gods for aid, while women Ran indoors and hid in the darkest basements, protected by the Powerful Priestess of Serith, Syl’ah as she prayed for the aura. And at the front gates, leading to the great city Marchuk, King of Rinmar sat atop his powerful steed, glimmering In his finely wrought suit of sparkling armor, at lead before the Great and noble men of Rinmar, and with a soundless cry, they charged Out the gates, hundreds of men followed their great and courageous King, to the fiery battle grounds where Ictar awaited, with his living And undead army, awaiting the battle waves to crash upon the burned Soil, scorched of all prior blood. Meeting amid the smoking grounds, blades and spears clashed Sending the loud clinging of war into the smoky sky, as Bela Let loose tears for her father upon the ground, soaking men And beast alike, as they filled the soil with crimson blood. Yet, while the battle took place, Ictar receded to a mountain Nearby and climbed to it’s summit, and from here he began to Rain chilling death upon the great and noble men of Rinmar Sending a blizzard of billowing snow about the battle grounds. Men cried as frost bit hard upon their beards and locked Their eyes shut, as their armor froze to exposed flesh. As the chill swept through, Syl’ah, the Protector of Women Stepped amid the storm, and began to pray to Serith; Slowly the blistering cold no longer held it’s affect upon The noble men, as a warmth entered their bodies and Rejuvenated then, as their war cries of victory raised Into the air, as they began to beat back the Ictarian hordes. Grinning from atop his mountain peak, Ictar saw the Priestess of Serith, and spoke a word at her from above, And taking form the words spun into a blackened arrow Speeding down from the peaks, speeding for the heart of Syl’ah. A moment before the arrow struck, Serith, Mother Nature Opened her mouth in the ground and sucked her faithful Priest into her womb and protected her for the moment. Letting the black bolt strike the ground, and defile it more. The battle continued on, until the air about the field halted, And the great beasts halted, pawing the blood soaked ground Beneath, and the air rid itself of the clanks of blades and spears And from about the men, the Whispers of the Gods entered their ears. To the north their eyes all raised, both blank stares and attuned eyes Saw riding upon the hands of Rann, The Great Wind, Simonic The great and ancient wizard from the days long passed, for He was a god among men, and immortal in every sense, even mind. As he strode upon the air, his silver hair flared about the swirls Of Rann, The Great Wind, as the Whispers of the Gods played About his robe, as he held his staff that shone brightly under the Passing’s watch, twisted with all it’s ancient power and strength. Slowly and gently Rann, The Great Wind, set him onto the blood Soaked ground between the area cleared by the two armies And with a great torrent of whispers, Rann, The Great Wind Sped back up to the skies above, leaving his charge behind. With the glare of a maddened man, a solider of Ictar left The ranks of his own forces and charged the newcomer, Ignorant to the great tales and legends of the immortal before Him, and so he held his weapon high and let loose a cry, charging Hearing his brash thoughts, Simonic turned his eyes towards The foolish attacker, and raised his hand uttering one syllable Sending the man screaming to his knees, clutching at his Fading pulses within his heart, as he clutched the bloodied ground. Turning his gaze upon the great and noble men of Rinmar All bowed to their knees, even Marchuk, the noble and Courageous King of Rinmar, laid down his blade as he bowed Before the great and ancient immortal wizard, Simonic. Looking about the lands, he once walked upon, he saw the Smokey fields, the defiled grounds of fertile soil, catching The scent of burnt flesh, and seeing the radiant black boil into The ground, where Cilanik’s last stand took place, sighing His gaze lifted to the surrounding areas, all burn and defiled By the war which Ictar had started so many years ago, so he Had heard amid the whispers of men and gods alike, and now His eyes, like a hawk, bolted to the mountain peak, staring. O=============================================================OLalala...shrug. Written March 2nd, 2002 © on Mar 02 2002 12:47 PM PST   0 • 10